Comments for The Beautiful Journey Blog at http://www.wildworks.biz , comment 1 to 67 out of 20 comments http://www.wildworks.biz Fri, 30 Jul 2010 01:47:08 +0100 FeedCreator 1.7.3 http://www.wildworks.biz/thebeautifuljourney/blog.html#comment-75 I'd take my antique textiles as they speak volumes and everything else can be replaced... also 20 years' worth of photographs.. and the bear given to me the day I was born. Tasting honey on a stick as an 8 year old, standing in our tiny school library converted for the day into a teddy bear's picnic.. a room stuffed full of bears and there, in the middle, was my own with his new red ribbon. - Cathy Fri, 23 Apr 2010 12:05:37 +0100 http://www.wildworks.biz/thebeautifuljourney/blog.html#comment-74 I would cherish something for my soul. I would use the feeling of coming home and knowing you can relax, knowing you can be yourself and not worry about what is going on around you. The feeling that brings joy and perhaps laughter, that is something I would never want to lose. I remember honey being the remedy for a sore throat. The feeling of scratching like someone was clawing their way through your throat just wouldn't go away however honey relieved the pain giving my throat the freedom to swallow and drink. - Liam Darby Fri, 07 Aug 2009 15:11:07 +0100 http://www.wildworks.biz/thebeautifuljourney/blog.html#comment-73 I would take my grandfather's old leather briefcase containing original letters and documents detailing a terrible family tragedy in SW Australia in the early 1920s. It is a story that the authorities have always wanted to sweep under the carpet but I went there to look for the truth and find my great-grandmother's grave and the place where they'd lived and died and to find the surviving child who is now an old man. I am an artist/poet/theatre maker and it is a story I still need to tell so if the documents were lost nobody would ever believe me! My best honey memory is licking warm honey straight from the comb as the bees buzzed round my finger when I dipped it in and then placed it in my mouth. We were in a public park in Malmo and the park-keeper had called us over to watch him tending the bees. Usually I am scared of bees as I can sometimes have an allergic reaction to stings but on this occasion I put my confidence in a man who did not speak my language but who I knew I could trust. It was like eating heaven! - Julie Ward Thu, 23 Jul 2009 13:17:17 +0100 http://www.wildworks.biz/thebeautifuljourney/blog.html#comment-72 i would take my picters of family and friend's so i would never forget, memory's are most inportant to me. - brett gaunt Tue, 07 Jul 2009 10:49:34 +0100 http://www.wildworks.biz/thebeautifuljourney/blog.html#comment-71 I copy from an ID card given to me by Bill Mitchell on the set of 'The Beautiful Journey'. Yes I was draged into this production giggleing and spinning my wheels , eager and willing . To the question 'What do they call you ?' The guy in the wheel chair was my reply . Where does your journey start ? Right here , right now , this second every now is a journey , every blink of an eye . The one thing that reminds me of who I am . The music within me , an echo of all my world has been . Ah honey . In coffee , in cakes , good for the skin a healing thing and in warm milk at night sweet dreams sleep tight . I'd like to thank all the exeptional people at Wierd Works , sorry , Wild Works for a fun ride and a bad case of cold turkey now the run is over and they move on to Newcastle , taking my leg with them I hasten to add , best not ask . Good luck and heaven help the poor folk of that city . "Wish I were with you , but I couldn't stay " - David Wallace Sun, 21 Jun 2009 22:44:31 +0100 http://www.wildworks.biz/thebeautifuljourney/blog.html#comment-70 Id take my sense of humour, making people happy is a gift, like your show we walked away happy & thinking. Honey cures ills, great for sore throats. - David Ryan Wed, 17 Jun 2009 14:13:18 +0100 http://www.wildworks.biz/thebeautifuljourney/blog.html#comment-69 Holly was the name of my furry best friend. Taking the jump to leave home into the big wide open world and Holly was more than willing to come with me. She was there on the bottom of my bed every night, wrapped around my ankles every morning and sitting on the edge of the bath while I was soaking. Followed loyally when I moved in with my partner. Remained until November last year when a cruel liver disease took her from me. Now her little pink collar sits in my bedside table and will remain or follow where ever I am. The very 1st memory I have of honey was when I was around 6 or 7 and a neighbour around the corner from where I lived used to have beehives. Nothing exciting, that was it! - Stacey Moore Fri, 12 Jun 2009 15:53:35 +0100 http://www.wildworks.biz/thebeautifuljourney/blog.html#comment-68 Beehives in the gardens at my Primary School....The Honey Monster ( Sugar Puffs ) ,a gift from a lover - the Honey Bear ( honey ensconced in a plastic bear - shaped container ) all the way from America.Whoopsy ...that's more than one memory ! - Linda Mon, 08 Jun 2009 00:43:14 +0100 http://www.wildworks.biz/thebeautifuljourney/blog.html#comment-67 Honey: the excitement and the sweet and cloying smell as we tried inexpertly to extract our first season's honey from the combs using an ancient hand cranked extractor. The entire kitchen and both children sticky and smeared and the room full of confused bees which had tracked us down in spite of our efforts to deter them. It tasted better than any honey before or since. I'd definitely take soul food not something practical but it's hard to pin it down to one thing: maybe the star stapphire ring my father had made for my mother (in extremis I could even sell it) or a photo of my children and grandchild taken on the day of my daughter's civil partnership celebration. But that would mean leaving behind my grandmother's book of family photos- which I rarely look at but like to know I still have and then there's the ring- not valuable but unusual and exactly right for me- which my daughter cleverly found in a street market and how could I go without the tiny perfect ancient terra cotta torso of a woman picked up on a Greek island hillside and given to me decades ago by the shepherd who found it? So thats 4 things but all very small. Can I cheat? - gf Sun, 07 Jun 2009 11:27:24 +0100 http://www.wildworks.biz/thebeautifuljourney/blog.html#comment-65 THE BEAUTIFUL JOURNEY PLYMOUTH UPDATE: The sun is shining on us in Devonport! A pair of nesting Oyster Catchers have been our constant companions since we started onsite in Devonport. It has been a priveledge and a pleasure to have witnessed their journey. After weeks of sitting and nurturing and fighting off the gulls they have successfully hatched their three chicks and we watch closely as their fledgelings get stronger and take off into the future! And as for our fledgeling show - we have taken our first preview audience with us on our beautiful journey and we have our second preview on Monday. We open on Tuesday and run for three weeks. We very much look forward to seeing you here! Nix - If you would like to come and join us as a steward on the Beautiful Journey please get in touch.. You are most welcome! - Nicola Rosewarne Sun, 31 May 2009 13:14:24 +0100 http://www.wildworks.biz/thebeautifuljourney/blog.html#comment-63 I would take my grandfather's old leather briefcase containing original letters and documents detailing a terrible family tragedy in SW Australia in the early 1920s. It is a story that the authorities have always wanted to sweep under the carpet but I went there to look for the truth and find my great-grandmother's grave and the place where they'd lived and died and to find the surviving child who is now an old man. I am an artist/poet/theatre maker and it is a story I still need to tell so if the documents were lost nobody would ever believe me! My best honey memory is licking warm honey straight from the comb as the bees buzzed round my finger when I dipped it in and then placed it in my mouth. We were in a public park in Malmo and the park-keeper had called us over to watch him tending the bees. Usually I am scared of bees as I can sometimes have an allergic reaction to stings but on this occasion I put my confidence in a man who did not speak my language but who I knew I could trust. It was like eating heaven! - Julie Ward Sat, 30 May 2009 23:51:59 +0100 http://www.wildworks.biz/thebeautifuljourney/blog.html#comment-62 I would take my leatherman with me. It holds many memories of making beautifull things for people. I once was in a strange place and did almost cut my daughters leg off with my surf board. Many potions were given to us to speed recovery but our favourite was a magic hunny made by specially trained bees that sort only the polon of medicinal plants. What wonderfull and clever creatures we thought. We would imagine these bees in White coats and latex cloves carefully collecting there harvest and humbely taking it to the lab' where it would be processed, graded and packaged for transit by sworms of migratory bees. Mmmmm magic. - Pigsy Thu, 28 May 2009 23:49:48 +0100 http://www.wildworks.biz/thebeautifuljourney/blog.html#comment-61 I would take my childhood teddybear. I was given him by my maternal grandparents on the day I was born so he is 36 at this moment in time. & he STILL lives at the top of my bed! Honey memories... well, honey allways reminds me of my loveley dad, he gives me several jars of yummy honey from a good friend of his every time I see him. He's more generous with his honey than he is with his homemade wine! But a specific memory I'm afraid I don't have. On the other hand if you'd asked for memories on peanut butter...... - becky spacefruit Tue, 26 May 2009 20:26:01 +0100 http://www.wildworks.biz/thebeautifuljourney/blog.html#comment-60 My writing book (and pen, it's cheating but you can't have one without the other). It is both practical and for my soul. Dribbled onto Greek yoghurt and sliced bananas. Bitter, acidic and sweet. - Julie Thu, 21 May 2009 15:00:10 +0100 http://www.wildworks.biz/thebeautifuljourney/blog.html#comment-59 Despite being a practically minded person - thinking tent, extra jumpers, water bottles, waterproofs, spare pants etc... - I think I would actually chose to take a photograph of my daughter as a 3 year old! Or even a photo album (if I'm allowed?). Memories I'm terrified of loosing - so much more precious than anything else in the house really (assuming the cats & dog are coming too!). Honey - mmmm yes! I remember, as a child, really savouring semi-squashed sandwiches that have been been wrapped in cling-film and uneaten for a whole day so the honey has soaked deep into the bread and seems ever so slightly crunchy on the tongue when finally unwrapped and enjoyed. - sally holcombe Mon, 11 May 2009 22:58:25 +0100 http://www.wildworks.biz/thebeautifuljourney/blog.html#comment-58 I'm not to sure to what I would bring with me if I had the option of bringing one itemwith me but - lets get back to that in a mo........ The only memory of honey I have may it be the first one or not is being about 5 or 6 and dipping my hands in a large bot of the was ment to be used for some sort of cake that my grandma was makeing. Then running in the garden trying to put as many things as one could on them and seeing what would happen when they were covered. Well what happend is that I had a lot of flys and a few ants and lots of mud witha few leaves here and there and then put them all in my mouth. I thought my honey hand cake was much better than grandmas...... Ok so back to the first one again..... I would take a camera - i think - oh this is hard - but I guess I've always had a fear of forgetting things so always take photos or take notes so it would be have to be one of them. That way i would never forget and could show others what that time was once like. A section of history - the people around me and my own. - Addam Ciccione Tue, 05 May 2009 22:22:16 +0100 http://www.wildworks.biz/thebeautifuljourney/blog.html#comment-57 About a year ago I witnessed a girl being covered in honey by her housemate. A sticky but erotic affair that left me wondering who was going to clean it all up. As for what I'd take away with me... a book of some kind, so that trading could ensue once I'd finished it. - Guppy Sat, 25 Apr 2009 15:47:23 +0100 http://www.wildworks.biz/thebeautifuljourney/blog.html#comment-56 Taking granny in the wheelchair to Penlee park so she can smell the honey on the special euphorbias there.She is blind and really loves smells - Helen Fri, 24 Apr 2009 19:45:41 +0100 http://www.wildworks.biz/thebeautifuljourney/blog.html#comment-55 Honey ....... Poland! Supposing I had to leave home forever, I am assuming my hubby and kids and dog would b able to follow too (if they wished and I hope they would!) So, what else would I want to take?? Happiness ('they' would be with me!), Hope (without it we are all lost!) and my memories! (Maybe a sleeping bag too coz I just hate being cold!) Well, those questions had me thinking good and proper - where are we heading then???? - Liz Fri, 10 Apr 2009 14:34:01 +0100 http://www.wildworks.biz/thebeautifuljourney/blog.html#comment-54 honey is something that i have copious amounts of when i have a cold and cant taste anything. however it does seem a little pointless to me - why make a hot drink sweet when you cant even taste it? the way i like it best is with my porridge in the morning. - Alex Wed, 01 Apr 2009 23:51:52 +0100